my words are those taken from someone else's thoughtsthey are fishes in a net with tiny holes that i say i caughtbut they are also mine though they caught it first.what is the difference between "im sad" and "im sad"?and what is the difference between the same kind of fish?if i grilled mine and you fried yours,then that is the only difference.

I wrote and rejected my own words,I marked them basic, unoriginal.I erased lines I never replaced.I stopped making new worlds.I loathed that I was only typical,I hoped it would only be a phaseBut I paused.The pause turned into a halt.It turned into a break, turned into never.Then I wrote back all that I lost,Stopped stopping and breaking and believing the false.I want to continue writing letters.So I will mix and match and reach my goal to have never been better.

Finally, I just went ***** it I'll write. Thank you, pinkink. I love you

Your heat and mine, in the spaces between our palms and fingers, in the closeness of our tangled legs on the cold floor,in the wholeness I feel after a long embrace,in the light striking your brown eyes,in the contact of your hand to my face, your thumb stroking my cheek,and the world melts around us,beyond the point of your heat and mine.